Another prophet of disaster who says the ship is lostAnother prophet of disaster leaving you to count the costTaunting us with visions, afflicting us with fearPredicting war for millions in the hope that one appears No point asking when it is, no point asking who's to goNo point asking what's the game, no point asking who's to blameCause if you're gonna die, if you're gonna die, if you're gonna die

If you're gonna die, die with your boots on,If you're gonna try, well stick aroundGonna cry, just move alongIf you're gonna die, you're gonna dieThirteen, the beast is rising, the Frenchman did surmiseThrough earthquakes and starvation, the warlord will ariseTerror death destruction pour from the eastern sandsBut the truth of all predictions is always in your hands

No point asking when it is, no point asking who's to goNo point asking what's the game